The Complexity of a Teenager

Chapter Five: Wine and Dine?

    I began walking to the senior commons, I was getting all kinds of strange looks. Was there something on my t-shirt? I got to senior commons at precisely 12:45 pm and there he was, a stunning human with glistening eyes. "you're punctual, I like that" he smiled, as he examined me. I felt hot, my face flushed a bright red, and I put my head down, trying not to acknowledge the compliment.

     He lifted my beet red face and said, "Let's blow this popsicle stand" and he grabbed my hand and walked me out right with him out the door. 'This has gotta be a dream, Mavis. This HAS to be a dream.' I thought to myself, we reached his truck, it was a beat up 1978 Chevy pickup. It was Brown and green. "You're, a Chevy person?" I asked with persistence. "Oh heavens no, my dad gave this to me before he left my life to go live with a whore from Tennessee. It was kind of like a goodbye gift." I never thought a boy this perfect would have split parents..

   "Thats nice; all I got was a bike from my adoptive parents" he turned his head, "Wait a minute, you were adopted?" My stomach dropped, if I said yes maybe he wouldn't be attracted to me, thinking I'm a no good kid, but if I say no, he'd know I'm lying. So I decided in a split second I was going to tell the truth. "Yes, I was adopted.." I said regretfully waiting for his response of 'I don't like you anymore, get out of my truck' or 'wow you're so far from perfect' but instead I got "Interesting, tell me more about it, how did you get adopted? Who's your current parents? Do you have any weird siblings?" At first I thought he was joking, so I chucked and he asked 'what was funny' so I told him what I thought and he kept a straight face the whole time.

     I finally gave in after Thirty seconds of intense non blinking staring contest. I told him everything all the way down to why I have no friends. He was intentive the whole time and didn't stop me once, he wasn't like the others who really didn't care at all and would interrupt me mid sentence. He waited till the very end before he said "Mavis, you are one interesting character; let's go to the park, and I'll tell you my backstory? Sounds good?" I nodded my head in agreement. He muttered 'good' and turned the ignition. He put his hand on mine resting his seat while driving. When his hand touched mine, he locked each of his fingers individually with mine.

     My fingers were exploding with feeling, my heart was beating out of my chest, I got massive amounts of butterflies in my stomach. I felt in love just by him touching me. "I can feel your heartbeat through your small hands. It's cute, are you nervous?" He smiled as he glanced over my lovestruck body. "N-no I'm totally fine, I am just wondering why you're holding my hand?" He looked at my hand intertwined with his while we sat and waiting for the red light to turn green. He smiled and said with assertiveness "don't question what I like to do with beautiful, yet spontaneous girls, just accept it booger" he said as he poked flirty fun around me. Here I am talking to the hottest guy at school, and he calls me booger? At least he isn't calling me hoe, slut, or skank. I'm okay with booger. "I will, nose." I giggled and looked at his already staring eyes met mine, there was a second where I could see myself getting lost in his ocean of emerald green eyes with brown.

    Almost like it was another earth. "Am I the nose to your booger Mavis?" He laughed as we pulled into the park. "Don't question what I like to call handsome, yet crazy boys, just accept it nose." He looked over and smiled so big you could have seen it over in China. "Touchè cutie; touchè." He grabbed my hand to guide me out of the truck he grabbed a water bottle and handed me one. "Lets go to the swings" he said. He read my mind, every time I  go to the park I always go to the swings. Its tradition. I watched his goofy ass run to the swings, then turn around. "Lets wait on the fun, I want to tell you something. Lets take the path around the lake." I nodded in agreement, and we headed to the path. 'This guy really can't make up his mind' I thought to myself. "Youre probably thinking why I'm changing my thoughts so much, I'm just so excited that you're here with me, and you said yes to hanging out with me. Plus we just met today.."

     he paused. Then looked at me "Mavis, you are different, from the day you entered my life all the way until I actually gained the courage to even talk to you. I am not going to lie, I've been watching you from a distance.. you're such an amazing individual. And I want you in my life." He placed his hand on mine, and lifted my chin with his other hand. I looked at him in the eyes. I was lost in the sea of colors that are fluctuating from green to a dark brown. There was a second where if I focused enough, I could see myself, exactly the way he saw me. Instead of this gross pimply redhead, I saw this flawless, amazing human. Is this how he really saw me? I fell in love with the person I see in the reflection. I finally gained the courage to speak up.

     I smiled very cheerfully and said, "Alex, I do want you in my life, I know I've never seen you before in my life until today, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. I want to be with you, if I'm to be completely honest. This sounds like corny but I feel like you understand me on levels I don't even understand myself on. I feel like I could grow on you-" he interrupted me by kissing me. This kiss lasted longer than at least 10 seconds. It felt warm, soft, wet, perfect. When he finally let go of kissing me, he looked at me with a cheesy smile, and said bluntly "You're mine now, that's all mine, you're my baby, and I'm not letting you go."

     He said as he drifted away looking at my face and body. I was speechless. 'Is he serious?' I thought to myself. I was examining his face while he zoned off about how amazing his family connection was. It looked so genuine. Every expression was full of passion, not to mention everything he said made me adore him even more. His eyebrows were expressive as much as his arms when he talks. And he would occasionally glance at me to make sure I was listening, which I was. I could get lost in that beautiful brain of his. He's so smart, and charismatic, who wouldn't want to strike up a conversation with this amazing human? I want to love him, just like Michael said to me, I want Alex to have my children..